Post by Rhyldrin Ken'rae on Aug 4, 2013 13:57:00 GMT -5
Of Crimson Tides: ::Despite her best efforts since her arrival in Arith, Scarletta still hadn't found the means and opportunity to speak with the likes of the drow who was swiftly becoming more of a rival and antagonist than anything resembling a comrade about...things that only concerned them. Of course, very few people also saw beneath her little facade of being a drunken pirate lass. Seeing as how they were both staying at the Heart due to their employment arrangements, she had finally pinned down which room was his with certainty. As much as she liked...or at least tolerated Maria, she didn't trust enough to use her to pass messages or draw suspicions. Thus, Rhyldrin would simply find a bit of ratty old parchment with chicken scratch handwriting slid under his door. It simply read, "Fourth Door On Yer Left. -S."::
I Yield to None: -The drow was going over his finances, having just won big in the latest games. Oddly enough he hadn't hardly done anything. If he knew it would have been so easy he may have put some effort in. His head cocked to the side slightly upon hearing something move outside his door. Waiting for the shadows beneath the door to receed for several moments before standing the drow walked over and carefully opened it. Seeing the note after looking up and down the hallway he read it with a frown. "Probably wants to ask me if she still stinks...." He walked back into his room and sealed his chest before picking up and latching his claws to his hips. "Or wants a fight." He said absently before walking out of his room, shutting the door behind him and walking down the hall. 1, 2, 3 4, - knock once.-
Of Crimson Tides: ::sure enough, the sound of uncoordinated stumbling about inside the room was heard, before she would finally open the door to peer out at him. Uncertain if Maria or any of her staff were around, she would certainly put on a good 'show' to allay suspicions while he could see that her expression and gesturing him into the room did not coincide with her
rambling:: Ya rott'n skeever bastard ya! Some o' us be still sleepin' it off from last night ya know!? Th' next soul that knocks at me door, I'mma run through an' feed ta th' seahorses! Stop poundin' at me door, ya damn bastard wretches! ::clearly her threats were designated as a means to keep any of the employees or other residents from prying, as she waved him on in...slamming the door behind him if he actually bothered to follow her invitation::
I Yield to None: "Last night? You're still sleeping off 10 minutes ago." He said absently, ignoring her stumbling and words of anger. She had just snuck up to his door so he knew it was all a show. Moving in, he did keep an eye on her from over his shoulder as she closed the door. She was acting..... strange, very strange and that concerned him a bit more than when she was just.... annoying... and well, stinky. There definitely seemed to be more to this pirate than he ever bothered to think on. Really, he hadn't done much coherent thinking in regard to the various individuals in this building and the company as a whole. "Nice touch... the seahorse feed.." He said rather sarcastically before turning to face her with a lifted eyebrow. "Need a loan? I offer fair interest rates...."
Of Crimson Tides: ::once he followed her in, she would deliberately stomp and stumble around some more, crashing into and knocking over a few bits of furnishing, before finally easing herself to sit on the edge of her bed. Oh, she would have gotten quite a kick out of his little 'loan' offer, and already been planning to screw him over on repayment if that had anything to do with why she asked him to meet with her. Yup, the Scarletta he knew would have jumped right into that negotation. The lass, however, was now stone quiet, as if listening to make sure her ruse had at least scared off anyone in the vicinity to avoid eavesdroppers. Only then would she finally stare him down, and perhaps to a great surprise, speak in a manner that no one would EVER expect of her. Her voice was actually...almost crystaline in the air as she dropped all the snorting and throat grating and the pirate cant:: To keep it simple, I can't trust anyone here. I don't even know why I'm trusting you right now...but the fact that I found you here and our past affiliations...guess I had to actually gamble with a serious risk. Are you here for the same reason I am, on the slip from the Venture? Or are you still one of them and...in that case, why haven't you already killed me?
Hand of Desire: As Scarletta spoke and moved and displayed masks of many, the air in the room would drop a degree .. maybe two .. the weight of her words perhaps echoed in the atmosphere, or perhaps in the scant sliver of mist that rose up from the floorboards, rugs, splinters and threads. It was subtle, so very subtle, a pulse of vapor carpetting the ground, an unearthly spread. {Perhaps, because it is not his to do? } Melodic tones ran from mind to mind, mental utterance wafting on a telepathic breeze, curling in psionic dance. {But honestly dear, could you have possibly chosen a less secure meeting place? The center of market perhaps? } Mental clicking of the tongue, silver and porcelain figure coalescing into being with a casual, graceful lean against the closed door - eyes gazing at them somewhat sympathetically.
I Yield to None: -Before the ghostly appearance of she herself, Scarletta could see the apparent confusion on the face of the drow. It wasn't blatant but it was visible. Surprise would be the response to her unhindered tones as well as a slight tilting of his head. The confusion replaced the surprise when she asked her questions, nonverbally stating he wasn't there for either
reason she listed and wasn't even aware of her dilemma. He felt he presence and then spun at the words, his hands dropping to his sides where the claws were resting. A trap? No, it wasn't speaking to him. Then he recognized the voice in his mind and shivered slightly at the mental touches before shaking his head. "What is going on.... T'risk?"
Of Crimson Tides: ::It really didn't matter if Scarletta had ice water in her veins already; she felt her blood begin to chill as that...disembodied voice entered her head, even reacting by leaping up and crawling backwards to into the headboard of her bed, before hastily reaching for her cutlass, as if it would do her a bit of good:: No...this wasn't supposed to...damn it all! How
did I fall for this...::she had never until this moment put so much thought into how 'convenient' her escape from that prison tower in Keldisan had been with a 'freak' lightning storm destroying the bars on the window:: No..he sent the collector. If it were the innocent one it would be to kill us...and the crazy one if we were to be tormented. Rhyldrin, the Venture didn't
care for some of my 'side hobbies' while in their service, and made arrangements that I be branded a criminal and locked away to face execution. And now...damn it, how did you find me!?
Hand of Desire: Laughter bubbled along the private wavelength, musical notes twinkling against their minds. { Oh dear child, don't presume to understand!} Lips were curled into a gentle smile, body pushed away from the door as she took a few small steps, eyes averted to wash over the various objects gathered within this .. room. { Collector? Innocent? Crazy? I am your Queen, as far above them as they are above you .. surely you have not forgotten? } A hand moved to pass by Rhyldrin, not deigning to touch at this moment but acknowledging his presence. { You remembered .. how touching. } A deep breath
was taken, the sound along the mental wavelength though her physical form moved not a moment. { It was hardly difficult, as I said before in so many words - you aren't exactly .. subtle? } She glanced around the room. { This .. building is a liability. You really could have done better. } Mist spread from beneath her feet, slithering along the floorboards, the walls, the ceiling - every object encased within a scintillating layer of smoky vapor that was nevertheless harder than any substance crafted by man. { Better. }
I Yield to None: -Had the word queen been directed at him the drow would have growled, at this point though confusion was reigning supreme and he simply kept his gaze moving between the two. Not only was this situation throwing him off but the fact that he didn't know why he was even here in the first place and couldn't remember coming here was now in the forefront of his thoughts again. "No more riddles T'risk, what is going on?" His tone would probably get him trouble, well maybe, it depended on her desire to put him in a particular place. She could do that herself or surely the reason she was even there
would do it as well. His hands still remained above the claws on either hip, his gaze now locked on T'risk after watching the room be encased.-
Of Crimson Tides: ::Much as Scarletta didn't WANT to admit it, T'risk had a point. She really didn't understand why she would be followed here, if not to kill her...or worse. Vainly pulling her blade up in front of her in case the 'queen' attacked her, she would just nod slowly in acknowledgement:: I'd say that I feel...flattered to have you here for sweet little me if the possible reasons didn't make my skin crawl. Fine...I'll play stupid and let you enlighten me as to why your 'family' would go out of your way to have me branded, incarcerated, and release me just to track me down all over again.
Hand of Desire: A sigh, turning to face Rhyldrin, eyes flicking back to Scarletta ever so briefly. { Yes, we are on a strict time schedule. } She smiled fully at the drow, tilting her head to one side as she gauged his reaction, his tone ignored as the rantings of a small child. { You may have noticed some activity in the region. Properties sold, while not unsual, but in vast
quantities? } She paused briefly as if waiting for a reaction but nevertheless carried on. { If not, well, that is of no consequence. But it is sufficient to say Rhyldrin that it is in part thanks to you. You have done an admirable job but.. your use is over, you are no longer necessary to the completion of this project. Cast aside, a blunted tool unnecessary for the task at hand - bigger and better agents than yourself are now under our employ. } She smiled. { Bigger, and stronger. } Turning on her heel, she'd level her gaze at Scarletta with a slight tilt of her head. { As for you .. well .. Your coming here was amusing to say the least, much like Rhyldrin here it was an interesting diversion. If you ever find it within yourself to do it again .. } A laugh. {
Never had I seen such a pitiful sight as a waterlogged flopping fish. But I digress. We are moving. You two are permitted to live for nothing more than the amusement of your betters. If you wish to end your lives well .. Rest assured it shall be done before your thought had even gained completion, before the scant realisation had even entered your brainspace. For this act of clemency .. you will keep your silence. The Black Flame shall never leave your tongue. Here. } Tendrils escaped from her body, two twisting vines each holding a nondescript glass vial. { You will drink these, I trust? This is the price for your lives, your breath of existance. Within these vials is a piece of Incenglorium. Should one of you choose to forget yourselves and bring jeapordy to our newfound movement it will deal with you instantly. A thought. A whisper. A written word: it will fuse itself to your brain stems and your hearts, your intentions will bring the ends of you. You will drink. } An eyebrow lifted, the tendrils waving enticingly.
I Yield to None: -The drow had actually begun to twitch, not so much at being throw away but having been lowered to such a level at being cast out as a scout. "Damn you and his spawn!" He snarled before launching himself forward. Before he was even completely off the ground the drow had his claws latched to his hands and was raising his arms to strike, his eyes filled with hatred and rage so much that his hair actually looked like it was floating from his head with pure energy coursing through it. "I will not be controlled by anyone!" Little did Rhyldrin know, his memories had already been jacked with because of already having Incenglorium in his body. Though it had only been enough to wipe the trip and act as a beacon for BFV to follow.-
Of Crimson Tides: ::now it was starting to make sense. Arith was simply the next in line after Keldisan and whatever other conquests had taken place since her 'departure' from the venture. They had followed the drow...while Scarletta herself was just tossed out to sea, on the off chance that she might run into some other land between the two places...or just for amusement. She merely scoffed at the little speech that was given:: Of course...you want to spread your conquest. Find some new pawns, let the ringleader himself collect a few more pets...like a damned plague. ::the vials suddenly being pushed at them was...also frightening in of itself. Considering her utter lack of options, she had been about to accept the vial, before Rhyldrin suddenly lashed out. She would even gasp in...concern for his well being:: NO! ::just like that, she would even tumble from the bed onto the floor, with her body notably changing shape within mere seconds, resulting in her lower half taking on those inherent merman features to try to trip him up before he got himself killed for his stupidity::
Hand of Desire: Oh dear .. we can't have that now can we? Tendrils came to the fore and the angry drow was entangled within her web even as Scarletta was moving to save him. It was touching, somewhat, but at least one of them had their head firmly on their shoulders - funny that it should be the alleged drunken pirate lass huh? { Rage .. its a good feeling, isn't it? Embrace it dear. Its good to be alive. So .. you shall be forced to. Do you understand, dear? } A smile, her hand leaving her side to touch his snarling face. { You shall live. Know that with each passing moment, each breath you take, meals you eat, women you fuck .. as punishment, you shall live under the control of another. } The tendril holding the first vial lifted, another reaching forward to slither between his lips and suddenly expand, a vice exploding in his mouth to force his jaws open as the vial was thrust rudely into his mouth. { Live, slave. } Simultaneously, the other vial holding tendril would shift
closer to the rapidly altering mercreature. { And .. your choice? }
I Yield to None: -The drow tried to fight against the bindings, his fingers flexing and unflexing until his own nails were digging into his palms. He didn't dare open his mouth to speak as to prevent the queen bitch from dropping the Incenglorium into his mouth but when the tendril moved and viced his mouth open a rage filled howl of primal anger filled the room, bouncing off
the shell T'risk had formed earlier. Lashing and thrashing against the bindings at her words he felt the Incenglorium go down his throat before he felt the burning of it eating through bits of his insides to get to his heart and throat. After passing through the wounds were sealed but it was unknown if Scarletta could tell his howls now consisted of pain as well as the rage from
before. His eyes though, his eyes were locked on T'risk even while he fought against her tendrils, the look of pure disdain, a silent promise of revenge. Somehow, some place.... this slave would kill its master.-
Of Crimson Tides: ::From what she had experienced so far in Arith, she couldn't care less if the Infernals took over in truth. Considering she already had a few enemies in these parts, watching them be obliterated would have even been something to celebrate. But the truth of it all was, she never would have turned her back on them if they didn't threaten the very freedom that T'risk was demanding they offer up. She would reach up from the floor as her body slowly reverted again to its humanoid shape to take the vial from her with a glare:: Guess this means I'll be no more of a slave than you and the rest of your ilk...and by the Crimson Tides, may you exist to regret putting me in this position. ::spitting at the floor as her last semblence of
grievence, the lass would finally dump the vial down her throat as well, struggling to avoid showing the terrible pain that wracked her body and very soul as it claimed her...though in the end, the defiant pirate woman was left curling up
in a ball on the floor with a few small whimpers of anguish::
Hand of Desire: { Good .. good. } Smiling brightly she'd release Rhyldrin, letting him drop to the floor or stand or whatever his body was capable of doing through that sheet of pain. She'd take a step back, letting both fill her vision as she observed the process they were undertaking. She would regret nothing of course, within ten minutes of leaving this room her mind would be
occupied with other endeavors, bigger fish and more complex dealings. Or perhaps not. This was just another day in the life of an agent of the Monolith.
I Yield to None: -The drow went to his knees, the claws making a loud clattering noise as he went forward and stopped his fall with his palms, the blades crashing against the hard shell T'risk had created. His breathing was ragged and he suddenly dry heaved several times before slumping forward in seeming unconsciousness.-
I Yield to None: -The drow was going over his finances, having just won big in the latest games. Oddly enough he hadn't hardly done anything. If he knew it would have been so easy he may have put some effort in. His head cocked to the side slightly upon hearing something move outside his door. Waiting for the shadows beneath the door to receed for several moments before standing the drow walked over and carefully opened it. Seeing the note after looking up and down the hallway he read it with a frown. "Probably wants to ask me if she still stinks...." He walked back into his room and sealed his chest before picking up and latching his claws to his hips. "Or wants a fight." He said absently before walking out of his room, shutting the door behind him and walking down the hall. 1, 2, 3 4, - knock once.-
Of Crimson Tides: ::sure enough, the sound of uncoordinated stumbling about inside the room was heard, before she would finally open the door to peer out at him. Uncertain if Maria or any of her staff were around, she would certainly put on a good 'show' to allay suspicions while he could see that her expression and gesturing him into the room did not coincide with her
rambling:: Ya rott'n skeever bastard ya! Some o' us be still sleepin' it off from last night ya know!? Th' next soul that knocks at me door, I'mma run through an' feed ta th' seahorses! Stop poundin' at me door, ya damn bastard wretches! ::clearly her threats were designated as a means to keep any of the employees or other residents from prying, as she waved him on in...slamming the door behind him if he actually bothered to follow her invitation::
I Yield to None: "Last night? You're still sleeping off 10 minutes ago." He said absently, ignoring her stumbling and words of anger. She had just snuck up to his door so he knew it was all a show. Moving in, he did keep an eye on her from over his shoulder as she closed the door. She was acting..... strange, very strange and that concerned him a bit more than when she was just.... annoying... and well, stinky. There definitely seemed to be more to this pirate than he ever bothered to think on. Really, he hadn't done much coherent thinking in regard to the various individuals in this building and the company as a whole. "Nice touch... the seahorse feed.." He said rather sarcastically before turning to face her with a lifted eyebrow. "Need a loan? I offer fair interest rates...."
Of Crimson Tides: ::once he followed her in, she would deliberately stomp and stumble around some more, crashing into and knocking over a few bits of furnishing, before finally easing herself to sit on the edge of her bed. Oh, she would have gotten quite a kick out of his little 'loan' offer, and already been planning to screw him over on repayment if that had anything to do with why she asked him to meet with her. Yup, the Scarletta he knew would have jumped right into that negotation. The lass, however, was now stone quiet, as if listening to make sure her ruse had at least scared off anyone in the vicinity to avoid eavesdroppers. Only then would she finally stare him down, and perhaps to a great surprise, speak in a manner that no one would EVER expect of her. Her voice was actually...almost crystaline in the air as she dropped all the snorting and throat grating and the pirate cant:: To keep it simple, I can't trust anyone here. I don't even know why I'm trusting you right now...but the fact that I found you here and our past affiliations...guess I had to actually gamble with a serious risk. Are you here for the same reason I am, on the slip from the Venture? Or are you still one of them and...in that case, why haven't you already killed me?
Hand of Desire: As Scarletta spoke and moved and displayed masks of many, the air in the room would drop a degree .. maybe two .. the weight of her words perhaps echoed in the atmosphere, or perhaps in the scant sliver of mist that rose up from the floorboards, rugs, splinters and threads. It was subtle, so very subtle, a pulse of vapor carpetting the ground, an unearthly spread. {Perhaps, because it is not his to do? } Melodic tones ran from mind to mind, mental utterance wafting on a telepathic breeze, curling in psionic dance. {But honestly dear, could you have possibly chosen a less secure meeting place? The center of market perhaps? } Mental clicking of the tongue, silver and porcelain figure coalescing into being with a casual, graceful lean against the closed door - eyes gazing at them somewhat sympathetically.
I Yield to None: -Before the ghostly appearance of she herself, Scarletta could see the apparent confusion on the face of the drow. It wasn't blatant but it was visible. Surprise would be the response to her unhindered tones as well as a slight tilting of his head. The confusion replaced the surprise when she asked her questions, nonverbally stating he wasn't there for either
reason she listed and wasn't even aware of her dilemma. He felt he presence and then spun at the words, his hands dropping to his sides where the claws were resting. A trap? No, it wasn't speaking to him. Then he recognized the voice in his mind and shivered slightly at the mental touches before shaking his head. "What is going on.... T'risk?"
Of Crimson Tides: ::It really didn't matter if Scarletta had ice water in her veins already; she felt her blood begin to chill as that...disembodied voice entered her head, even reacting by leaping up and crawling backwards to into the headboard of her bed, before hastily reaching for her cutlass, as if it would do her a bit of good:: No...this wasn't supposed to...damn it all! How
did I fall for this...::she had never until this moment put so much thought into how 'convenient' her escape from that prison tower in Keldisan had been with a 'freak' lightning storm destroying the bars on the window:: No..he sent the collector. If it were the innocent one it would be to kill us...and the crazy one if we were to be tormented. Rhyldrin, the Venture didn't
care for some of my 'side hobbies' while in their service, and made arrangements that I be branded a criminal and locked away to face execution. And now...damn it, how did you find me!?
Hand of Desire: Laughter bubbled along the private wavelength, musical notes twinkling against their minds. { Oh dear child, don't presume to understand!} Lips were curled into a gentle smile, body pushed away from the door as she took a few small steps, eyes averted to wash over the various objects gathered within this .. room. { Collector? Innocent? Crazy? I am your Queen, as far above them as they are above you .. surely you have not forgotten? } A hand moved to pass by Rhyldrin, not deigning to touch at this moment but acknowledging his presence. { You remembered .. how touching. } A deep breath
was taken, the sound along the mental wavelength though her physical form moved not a moment. { It was hardly difficult, as I said before in so many words - you aren't exactly .. subtle? } She glanced around the room. { This .. building is a liability. You really could have done better. } Mist spread from beneath her feet, slithering along the floorboards, the walls, the ceiling - every object encased within a scintillating layer of smoky vapor that was nevertheless harder than any substance crafted by man. { Better. }
I Yield to None: -Had the word queen been directed at him the drow would have growled, at this point though confusion was reigning supreme and he simply kept his gaze moving between the two. Not only was this situation throwing him off but the fact that he didn't know why he was even here in the first place and couldn't remember coming here was now in the forefront of his thoughts again. "No more riddles T'risk, what is going on?" His tone would probably get him trouble, well maybe, it depended on her desire to put him in a particular place. She could do that herself or surely the reason she was even there
would do it as well. His hands still remained above the claws on either hip, his gaze now locked on T'risk after watching the room be encased.-
Of Crimson Tides: ::Much as Scarletta didn't WANT to admit it, T'risk had a point. She really didn't understand why she would be followed here, if not to kill her...or worse. Vainly pulling her blade up in front of her in case the 'queen' attacked her, she would just nod slowly in acknowledgement:: I'd say that I feel...flattered to have you here for sweet little me if the possible reasons didn't make my skin crawl. Fine...I'll play stupid and let you enlighten me as to why your 'family' would go out of your way to have me branded, incarcerated, and release me just to track me down all over again.
Hand of Desire: A sigh, turning to face Rhyldrin, eyes flicking back to Scarletta ever so briefly. { Yes, we are on a strict time schedule. } She smiled fully at the drow, tilting her head to one side as she gauged his reaction, his tone ignored as the rantings of a small child. { You may have noticed some activity in the region. Properties sold, while not unsual, but in vast
quantities? } She paused briefly as if waiting for a reaction but nevertheless carried on. { If not, well, that is of no consequence. But it is sufficient to say Rhyldrin that it is in part thanks to you. You have done an admirable job but.. your use is over, you are no longer necessary to the completion of this project. Cast aside, a blunted tool unnecessary for the task at hand - bigger and better agents than yourself are now under our employ. } She smiled. { Bigger, and stronger. } Turning on her heel, she'd level her gaze at Scarletta with a slight tilt of her head. { As for you .. well .. Your coming here was amusing to say the least, much like Rhyldrin here it was an interesting diversion. If you ever find it within yourself to do it again .. } A laugh. {
Never had I seen such a pitiful sight as a waterlogged flopping fish. But I digress. We are moving. You two are permitted to live for nothing more than the amusement of your betters. If you wish to end your lives well .. Rest assured it shall be done before your thought had even gained completion, before the scant realisation had even entered your brainspace. For this act of clemency .. you will keep your silence. The Black Flame shall never leave your tongue. Here. } Tendrils escaped from her body, two twisting vines each holding a nondescript glass vial. { You will drink these, I trust? This is the price for your lives, your breath of existance. Within these vials is a piece of Incenglorium. Should one of you choose to forget yourselves and bring jeapordy to our newfound movement it will deal with you instantly. A thought. A whisper. A written word: it will fuse itself to your brain stems and your hearts, your intentions will bring the ends of you. You will drink. } An eyebrow lifted, the tendrils waving enticingly.
I Yield to None: -The drow had actually begun to twitch, not so much at being throw away but having been lowered to such a level at being cast out as a scout. "Damn you and his spawn!" He snarled before launching himself forward. Before he was even completely off the ground the drow had his claws latched to his hands and was raising his arms to strike, his eyes filled with hatred and rage so much that his hair actually looked like it was floating from his head with pure energy coursing through it. "I will not be controlled by anyone!" Little did Rhyldrin know, his memories had already been jacked with because of already having Incenglorium in his body. Though it had only been enough to wipe the trip and act as a beacon for BFV to follow.-
Of Crimson Tides: ::now it was starting to make sense. Arith was simply the next in line after Keldisan and whatever other conquests had taken place since her 'departure' from the venture. They had followed the drow...while Scarletta herself was just tossed out to sea, on the off chance that she might run into some other land between the two places...or just for amusement. She merely scoffed at the little speech that was given:: Of course...you want to spread your conquest. Find some new pawns, let the ringleader himself collect a few more pets...like a damned plague. ::the vials suddenly being pushed at them was...also frightening in of itself. Considering her utter lack of options, she had been about to accept the vial, before Rhyldrin suddenly lashed out. She would even gasp in...concern for his well being:: NO! ::just like that, she would even tumble from the bed onto the floor, with her body notably changing shape within mere seconds, resulting in her lower half taking on those inherent merman features to try to trip him up before he got himself killed for his stupidity::
Hand of Desire: Oh dear .. we can't have that now can we? Tendrils came to the fore and the angry drow was entangled within her web even as Scarletta was moving to save him. It was touching, somewhat, but at least one of them had their head firmly on their shoulders - funny that it should be the alleged drunken pirate lass huh? { Rage .. its a good feeling, isn't it? Embrace it dear. Its good to be alive. So .. you shall be forced to. Do you understand, dear? } A smile, her hand leaving her side to touch his snarling face. { You shall live. Know that with each passing moment, each breath you take, meals you eat, women you fuck .. as punishment, you shall live under the control of another. } The tendril holding the first vial lifted, another reaching forward to slither between his lips and suddenly expand, a vice exploding in his mouth to force his jaws open as the vial was thrust rudely into his mouth. { Live, slave. } Simultaneously, the other vial holding tendril would shift
closer to the rapidly altering mercreature. { And .. your choice? }
I Yield to None: -The drow tried to fight against the bindings, his fingers flexing and unflexing until his own nails were digging into his palms. He didn't dare open his mouth to speak as to prevent the queen bitch from dropping the Incenglorium into his mouth but when the tendril moved and viced his mouth open a rage filled howl of primal anger filled the room, bouncing off
the shell T'risk had formed earlier. Lashing and thrashing against the bindings at her words he felt the Incenglorium go down his throat before he felt the burning of it eating through bits of his insides to get to his heart and throat. After passing through the wounds were sealed but it was unknown if Scarletta could tell his howls now consisted of pain as well as the rage from
before. His eyes though, his eyes were locked on T'risk even while he fought against her tendrils, the look of pure disdain, a silent promise of revenge. Somehow, some place.... this slave would kill its master.-
Of Crimson Tides: ::From what she had experienced so far in Arith, she couldn't care less if the Infernals took over in truth. Considering she already had a few enemies in these parts, watching them be obliterated would have even been something to celebrate. But the truth of it all was, she never would have turned her back on them if they didn't threaten the very freedom that T'risk was demanding they offer up. She would reach up from the floor as her body slowly reverted again to its humanoid shape to take the vial from her with a glare:: Guess this means I'll be no more of a slave than you and the rest of your ilk...and by the Crimson Tides, may you exist to regret putting me in this position. ::spitting at the floor as her last semblence of
grievence, the lass would finally dump the vial down her throat as well, struggling to avoid showing the terrible pain that wracked her body and very soul as it claimed her...though in the end, the defiant pirate woman was left curling up
in a ball on the floor with a few small whimpers of anguish::
Hand of Desire: { Good .. good. } Smiling brightly she'd release Rhyldrin, letting him drop to the floor or stand or whatever his body was capable of doing through that sheet of pain. She'd take a step back, letting both fill her vision as she observed the process they were undertaking. She would regret nothing of course, within ten minutes of leaving this room her mind would be
occupied with other endeavors, bigger fish and more complex dealings. Or perhaps not. This was just another day in the life of an agent of the Monolith.
I Yield to None: -The drow went to his knees, the claws making a loud clattering noise as he went forward and stopped his fall with his palms, the blades crashing against the hard shell T'risk had created. His breathing was ragged and he suddenly dry heaved several times before slumping forward in seeming unconsciousness.-
